In fact, Wang Zixu is not very good at writing essays. The story he wants to write is often like a wisteria that grows wantonly. It will spread to any sunny place until it finally covers your balcony.

The themes of novels are often complex, diverse, and sometimes even ambiguous and hazy. For example, Cervantes' "Don Quixote", this great work, you can say it is a satirical chivalric novel,

It can also be said that it is a display of the last spirit of chivalry, and it can also be said that it expresses the contradiction between ideals and reality.

All in all, what you read is what it expresses. In a sense, you are not reading this book, you are reading your own life. You are reinterpreting your life from Cervantes' perspective.

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This is the reason why great works can last forever - there are no knights in the world, but there are still many Don Quixotes, who bravely rush towards the windmill of destiny - four hundred years later, this book still sparkles with romance

the glory of doctrine.

But proposition composition is different. The proposition will grasp you tightly like an invisible giant hand. It is equivalent to giving you a stick, and you can only climb up along the stick.

If Wisteria has only one vine, it is not Wisteria. It is some kind of landscape plant.

For this topic, Wang Zixu wanted to write such a ridiculous story: a little boy from a single-parent family, because he was always beaten by his father, developed long-distance running skills, and finally won the championship in a certain competition.

Of course, he doesn't have to write about long-distance running. The story can also be: a little boy from a single-parent family, because he was always beaten by his father, so he developed fighting skills and finally won the championship in the boxing ring.

Of course, the little boy can also ride a bicycle, run away from home and ride all the way to the end of the city, and finally he becomes a bicycle champion;

The little boy can also practice stealth skills. Even though he is at home, his father can't find him anywhere. In the end, he becomes the god of ninja.

All in all, how the final story will be written depends entirely on Wang Zixu's mood.

In Wang Zixu's eyes, these stories are all the same, and there is no difference. Because they are all contrary to the logic of reality. The logic of what will happen in reality can only be -

The little boy did nothing, and finally became inferior and autistic, turning into the current Wang Zixu. For more than ten years, he has been trying tirelessly to prove that he is not a mediocre person.

No matter how Wang Zixu writes, there will always be Chen Qingluo in the novel, becoming the protagonist's biggest motivation and obstacle - she always appears in his writing, and he suddenly wakes up, and then deletes her. She

It won't be in the final draft.

The first draft often needs to be revised more than 26 times to form the final draft. In the end, the words on the first draft will become unrecognizable. Chen Qingluo will never exist in it, and will only turn into a faint shadow, staring at the reader between the words.

"What's wrong with Mr. Little Prince?"

"I don't know, let's keep an eye on him. If it doesn't work, send him to the hospital."

Ye Lan and others gathered around the dining table. Wang Zixu sat at the head table, holding chopsticks in his hand, staring at a plate of tomatoes in a daze.

The poet laughed sarcastically: "Are you really engaged in literature? Obviously, he is still thinking about his novel."

The believer said: "You who are engaged in literature, when you are engaged in literature, are you really so... strange?"

The poet said: "No. For example, when I am in a trance, I won't look strange, I will only look cute."

She shook her head, her pink hair swaying.

Cheng Xing said: "I do get immersed, but usually I only get immersed when I'm writing. Teacher Little Prince's reaction shows that he has a strong concentration, and I really admire him."

Cheng Xing's words were very sincere, and he looked at Wang Zixu with admiration. He felt that the closer he got to this fire, the more he could understand the reason why he wrote that kind of text.

Ye Lan sat next to Wang Zixu, put his hands on his chin, and squeezed his legs tightly together. First he waved his hand in front of his face, and then used the chopsticks to get close to his face, but did not poke it.

She was as excited as a child who had picked up a shell: "He is really motionless. If he were a wildebeest on the African savanna, he would have been eaten long ago."

The poet said: "It's a pity that he is not a wildebeest, and we are not lions."

Sakura-chan patted her chest: "As long as we protect the little prince-sensei, he will be fine."

Ye Lan sighed: "It's a pity that he is not a wildebeest - ah no, I mean, fortunately he is not a wildebeest."

After saying that, she looked at everyone: "Eat? Why are you standing there? Why don't you eat?"

"Teacher Little Prince didn't even move his chopsticks."

Ye Lan waved his hand: "It's okay, you can eat. Help bring a plate and I will give him a little of each dish."

Ye Lan is a woman who usually has an aura that prevents strangers from entering. No one in the company dares to make trouble in front of her. Everyone in the Wenwen Club knew that she was not easy to mess with when they first met her, and no one dared to talk to her easily.

She was joking. But she acted very caring at this time. Everyone looked at her and felt that Ye Lan, who was holding her hair and helping the little prince pick up the vegetables, exuded the glory of motherhood. Some people also had a little misunderstanding because of this.

After finishing the dishes, Ye Lan waved: "Come on, you guys have something to do tonight, we won't have any drinks at dinner, and we'll celebrate after midnight snack."

Xiaoba asked weakly: "What are you celebrating?"

Ye Lan smiled: "I made a bet with the little prince. If our data exceeds normal performance today, then celebrate his win. If the data is still the same as yesterday, then I will win."

Everyone looked at each other: "Isn't that dependent on our script today?"

Ye Lan nodded: "Yes."

Sakura-chan pointed at herself, and then at the others: "Then if we several head therapists are just sitting here and doing nothing, won't the data be ruined a lot?"

The believer patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, we are very happy to hear that you value us so much, but we still have to say that we are not that important."

Xiaoba suddenly became angry: "It doesn't matter whether it's important or not, it's all data! How embarrassing would it be to lose?"

Everyone was afraid that he would transform into a fire-breathing Mechagodzilla on the spot, so they quickly said, "Yes, yes, yes, let's eat quickly and get on the phone. We will take 10 orders at the same time today until we can't chat anymore."

Wang Zixu suddenly woke up from his immersive state, lowered his head and looked for chopsticks everywhere. Ye Lan stretched out his hand and pointed: "The chopsticks are in your hands."

Wang Zixu lowered his head to look for food again, and Ye Lan pushed a plate over: "Eat what's in here."

Wang Zixu buried his head and ate.

Ye Lan held her cheek with one hand and smiled fondly. She had never raised a dog, but she felt that she had found a kind of happiness in raising a dog.

After the speech therapists finished eating, they hurriedly went to their seats. Wang Zixu was still sitting in front of the computer in a daze. Ye Lan turned on her phone and sent a message to Huang Da:

"Thank you for working overtime today. As soon as the data comes out, let me know immediately."

Huang Da immediately replied: "Mr. Ye, you are really amazing."

Ye Lan asked: "What's wrong? Is the data good?"

Huang Da said: "The data is not clear yet, after all, the peak period has not yet arrived, but did you know that today's retention is particularly high! And the number of orders placed by users in a single day has almost doubled!"

Ye Lan felt bad in his heart, but also felt wonderful at the same time, and asked: "What's the reason?"

Huang Da said: "Maybe it's because there are more scripts. In the past, users placed an order and left, but today there are so many new orders. The amount of scripts has increased, making it easier for the speech therapists to perform!"

Ye Lan took a breath, and then went to Zuo Ziliang: "Have you paid attention to the data? Is it rising high?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "I only know that if we maintain today's performance, doubling our income this month will be a trivial matter."

"You're making an assertion now? You're still so arrogant."

Zuo Ziliang said: "I can only say that it is conservative. Let me give you a number, 3.35 million, at least, okay?"

Ye Lan quickly calculated the profit in his mind, and then bit his lip hard. His body felt a little hot and his face was flushed. He reached out and tugged on the stockings. The stockings bounced back to his legs with a "pop" sound. The soles of his feet were itchy and his feet were

The feet were quietly taken out of the shoes and started to rub against each other through the socks.

"So confident?" Ye Lan replied.

"It's not confidence," Zuo Ziliang said, "it's trust in the little prince."

Ye Lan turned around and glanced at Wang Zixu, who was stunned in front of the bright light of his laptop, but he still felt unsure.

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Diao Yiwen was leaning on the seat on the terrace, holding a cup of milk tea in her hand, and her cold mobile phone was placed on the cold tea seat.

She opened the phone and closed it again. The moment the phone lit up, the name "evenyu" was revealed. That was her nickname in the "Wen Yan App".

She had only heard of the little prince's name not long ago, but had never seen it. Later, she heard about the "Wen Wen app" and found it very interesting, so she secretly downloaded one.

Her phone was never locked in the past, but now it not only has a power-on password, but also a hidden folder specifically used to hide this software. In any case, she is a girl with a good upbringing, a clean family background, and an outstanding background.

Don't let anyone find out you are using such an app.

So she never dared to open it. She had nothing to do today, so she secretly used it once. The other person was very enthusiastic as soon as he came on, so enthusiastic that she had goosebumps all over her body. She was so frightened that she immediately turned it off.

At this moment she was hesitating whether to delete it.

The phone lights up and you have a new message notification:

"Xiao Diao, let's go out drinking tonight."

It was sent by Song Yinglian.

She picked up her phone and lazily opened the chat software. She first typed a polite rejection, then deleted it all and changed it to a cat-shaking expression.

She knew Song Yinglian's thoughts, but she really didn't want to have more contact with him. She would definitely leave the unit. She was afraid that he would be entangled when they broke up, so she always treated him as if she was away from him.

But she should completely ignore the other person. Sometimes she feels very empty. If she doesn't interact with colleagues of the same age in the workplace, she will have no circle of friends. She is not a person who likes to be lonely.

At this time, she began to regret that she did not study abroad. None of her familiar friends returned to her hometown, and she could not even find anyone to chat with.

By some strange coincidence, she opened Wen Huan again...

...an hour later, she looked up from the phone screen.

It's completely dark now.

She swore that she was not obsessed, she just wanted to take a casual look.

As a result, she not only spent money on it, but also renewed her phone once.

It's a little scary. She's a little scared of herself.

She decided to delete the app.

After thinking about it, she clicked on the avatar of the speech therapist "Innocent Poet" just now, tipped her balance in the tip area next to it, and left a message:

"Thank you for sharing this special time."

This was what the other person said just now. She felt it was very literary and she liked it very much.
Chapter completed!